User blog comment:Bluefang the Ferret/Mossflower city/@comment-1398069-20100515125908

Here is a revised version of yours with slightly better grammar and spelling, and a bit easier to read. Can you implement it please?

Jake wakes up from his nap. Another dream of his father. This time he was falling from a cliff. He sighed. Another crazy dream to start a boring day. Jake was 16 and was a green eyed polecat dressed in his usual clothes: A chauffeur cap and a teared up vest and jeans with a large hole in them, giving him a raggedy appearance. On his arms were several faded tattoos and his tail bore a rusty golden tail ring. His favorite weapon was a Swiss army knife which he took off a big badger when he was 12. He exited the apartment where he lived, smiling up at the sky. At least it was nice outside. His friend, ... the ..., lived a couple blocks away and they went to the same school, which was cool. He walked over to the building where he worked: A small building named,Thornclaw 's weapons and war antiques. Thornclaw was a 50 year old stoat. A very experienced warrior who owned a really big sword, a broadsword he guessed. Entering the shop he saw the old warrior, checking an old samurai sword on his desk. "Strange swords are, eh, Jake? Got this from ..., my old assistant. He left to become a historian and archeologist. Sent me this beautiful thing from Japan." Jake nods. "Aye, Thorn, where's `e now?" The stoat sighs. "Japan I guess, I've never heard of him since until the blade. The bell rings and two black rats appear armed sub-machine guns. 'Drop der sword an' reach fer da sky!" Says one with a nasty scar on his face. "We be's from der gang o' Blue Fang the Spawn o' darkness an' I said drop da sword!" Thornclaw snarls at him. "Out you punks! I don't care who the heck Fang is! Get out before you meet my blade!" The other rat grins wickedly. "Bye bye ermine face!" They fire the machine guns and Thornclaw calmly grabs his giant broadsword and the bullets bounce off harmlessly. The aged stoat smiles. "Bye bye rat face!" He wacks one rat one the back of his head with the flat of the blade, knocking him senseless. The other rat screams, dropping the gun and runs, shouting behind him "We'll be back!" Just to run into another rat dressed in a handsome black suit. "Hello, Blokk." The rat gasps "YEW!" He tries to get away but the strange rat uppercuts him, sending him crashing into a glass case of a Persian spear